"I see. In how many lines, Miss Blake?"
"Drawing and painting. Nothing else worth mentioning."
"Not in fiction?"
"Objection! The question is wholly improper."
"Sustained."
"Exception. I was using the word in the purely literary sense—literature, fiction-writing, is surely one of the arts."
"Mr. Hunter, since the question of Miss Blake's literary ability has never been introduced at any time in this trial until you mentioned it just now, the Court does not find your explanation altogether acceptable. You may have your exception of course. As you continue, you will avoid sarcasm and innuendo. Miss Blake is entitled to the same respect as any other witness."
"I regret it very much, your Honor, if anything I said had the sound of sarcasm. It was not so intended. Miss Blake, as an artist, in your own estimation, do you share the attitude which I understand is fairly common in some quarters, that an artist is—well, a sort of privileged character? Not to be judged by the standards we apply to ordinary mortals?"
"I do not, and I never knew any artist who held that attitude."
"Have you met a great many of them?"